Steal My Heart

"Guess Who?"

Disclaimer: No I don't own Gundam Wing. All I own is…this story.

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Normal POV

The next day after Heero finally saw the identity of the thief, he became obsessed with finding him, he went through files, through hospital files, but he felt as though the reasons he was doing this, was less than official. He wanted to see the thief again. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he wanted to see the beautiful and seductive thief again, but it was a guy! He kept denying that he was attracted to another male. It was difficult to imagine himself attracted to another male, or anyone else as a matter of fact. But here he was pining for some thief that flirted with him nonstop, a thief that tried to kill him, a thief that has killed, a thief that stole his first kiss.

And here he was sitting at his desk, anxiously trying to find any information on the thief. Anything that would give him better understanding of him. But he couldn't find anything. No birth certificates, no record of anyone that fit the descriptions. Nothing. It's almost as if he never existed, but Heero refused to accept that. He knew there had to be something.

Heero's POV

"Bills, bills, eviction notice, great, jury duty, more jury duty, bill, letters from fan club, bill, check, hm." I said looking over my mail at work. I breathed deep. I've been so caught up in my case that I forgot to pay my bills. 'Right, the case.' my inner voice snorted. I growled at myself, how dare my mind think that way without me wanting it to.

"Hey Heero, guess what?" Quatre said oddly more relaxed today.

"Hm?" I said looking up at him while I began massaging my temples to relax myself.

"Treize has ordered a rest in the case. He said that you seem overly stressed. He thinks that you've overworked yourself and you should let someone else take the case." that idea alarmed me. I had put far too much of myself into this case to let someone else take over! Also, I swore to myself to not let anyone catch him except me! And only me!

"No." I said dead flat.

"What?" Quatre said like a mother whose child had just spoke back to them. You know like when a mom says 'clean your room' and the kid says 'no'. Just like that, but replace it with a feminine blond male.

"I have done far too much for this case to leave it to someone else! I will not let that happen! I have put too much of myself in it! This is my case!" I said angrily.

I know Quatre meant good, but for some reason it made my blood boil to think of having someone else catch my thief. My thief? Damn mind again.

I looked up at Quatre who looked worried and very much like a parent who just realized there kid wasn't a child anymore. Actually, like a mother who just realized that. For a man, he was very feminine. I forget that sometimes.

"Sorry Quatre. I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just…" I got up from my seat and went to the door looking around to make sure no one was within earshot of what I was going to tell him. When I was positive no one was near I shut the door and locked it. "Listen this is only between you and me. No one else is to know about this. No one! Not Zechs, not Treize, not Une, Noin, or Rachid! And most definitely not that blonde princess of a pink bimbo, Relena!"

"Uh huh." he nodded knowing the importance of what I was going to tell him.

"I saw him."

"What?"

"I saw the thief."

"Really?" he squeaked. I nodded.

"The night I went on the undercover mission at the museum. I even spoke to him. If you call witty banter, come-ons, and me yelling at him speaking. He's very good at getting under my skin, and from what he told me, it seems that he's good at what he does. He's experienced, but I think the past robberies weren't all that much of a challenge.

"It sounded like they gave up. He told me I was the first to point a gun at him. Whether he killed them before robbing or they just let him go and he still killed them. He also spoke about them like they were perverts and like he bribed some of them." I said.

"What did he look like?" Quatre said sitting up like a school-girl getting ready to hear gossip.

"He was young, probably near our age. He seemed very athletic. He had very long hair, and indigo eyes. He was very agile."

"Hm." Quatre almost snickered.

"What?" I demanded.

"You kind of zoned out when you were thinking about him." he giggled a little. Like I said very feminine.

"I did not zone out!" I said feeling my face get hot. Great, I'm blushing. Seriously my mind and body are plotting against me.

"Yeah you did! He had very long hair and indigo eyes." he looked off at the ceiling like he was daydreaming.

"I was not doing that!"

"Yeah you were. Except you were looking at the floor." he giggled. I growled. "Heero has a crush on a thief, Heero has a crush on a thief." Quatre started to chant over and over, just loud enough that only I could hear.

"I do not! He's a…he! I don't like men!"

"Sure you do Heero. It's not wrong. Though funny, because now Relena has absolutely no chance with you." he said with a bright smile.

"I guess there are upsides to that, but I'm not gay."

"Heero," he looked at me sternly now. "You are gay. There's nothing wrong with that! If not gay, bi, but the point is, you're attracted to your assignment." he emphasized the "there's nothing wrong" part and started laughing at the "you're attracted to your assignment" part. I growled and gave him a death glare, of course.

"Whatever." I said glowering.

"Heero, maybe I should introduce you to my friend. Well he's sorta my friend." he blushed a little saying that.

"What is he." I said smirking knowing I finally got something to pay him back with for embarrassing me just now.

"He's…a…well…he's my boyfriend! Ok." he then mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, "You can be a real meany."

"Boyfriend?" I said and raised an eyebrow. He maybe one of my only real friends, but I really knew nothing of his personal life. All I know is that he came from a prosperous family, went to an expensive university, got masters in law and psychiatry, and is not one to be underestimated.

"Yeah. He's very sweet and kind and helpful and…" as he kept on with his list of 'my boyfriend is so great' , I pictured hearts, flowers, and bunnies hopping around him. It really suited him at this moment. He was acting very childish and like a love sick puppy. "And I think you'd get along with his roommate."

"Why do think that?" I said only catching the last thing he said. I'll be honest, I was completely ignoring him, like I actually care about his boyfriend, but as soon as he stopped with the 'he's a great cook, he's polite' so on and so forth, was when I started listening to him again.

"Well because I think he might look something like your thief." Quatre said and turned around twiddling his thumbs and acting nervous.

"What? He fits my description?" I asked having a feeling he knew all along.

"Yeah, and quite frankly, to be entirely honest, I wouldn't doubt it if he was a thief." he said his voice breaking a little. He knew.

"Why?" I asked just to see what else he's got.

"Well he disappears every so often, and then turns up again later, real early in the mornings. The days he disappears are usually the nights something is stolen." he said shrugging like it was probably not real.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked just to see if he'd give me a good answer.

"I think you might like him." he said with a smile that, automatically told me that he was thinking I wanted the thief, and not in a professional manner.

"But you said he might be the thief." I said hoping he'd give me a good enough answer for me to smack him upside the head.

"Yeah, well, you could try to have some fun before you arrest him." he smiled. "You know, something similar to pleasure before death?" he said and ducked my hand that I sent trying to smack him.

"Out!" I said pointing at the door.

"So what time do wanna meet them?" he said peeping back into my office smiling.

"I get off at 8:45." I said fixing my paperwork not looking up at him.

"Alright." he smiled and left.

Damn him. He knew I would go. He knows that I'm curious about that guy, but am I really attracted to the thief? Do I really find another male attractive? No, this is just an important case, that's all. I'm just going to go with Quatre to see this guy, and as soon as I confirm that it is indeed the thief, I'm going to arrest him. No funny business. It's all going to be purely official. Sure keep telling yourself that Yuy. You'll believe that, eventually…

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